Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk The Travelling Salesman 
The Travelling Salesman (Alan Foster, 1989) 
A travelling salesman came knocking on the door Of a bored young housewife on the North Shore And he spoke so sweet and he dressed so neat That he stole the heart of the lady, oh. 
Late that night when the yuppie came home From his office at Jones & Bagnell's, oh Of his wife there's no sign but a note on the fridge And a volume of Funk & Wagnell's, oh. 
Well he thought that the note would tell him that His dinner was waiting in the microwave But instead it said "I have gone far away So don't bother waiting up for me, Dave". 
So he ran to his Porsche in the triple garage The BM's not so speedy, oh And his brand new Merc's just another tax lurk To hell with the poor and needy, oh. 
Oh he drove north and he drove south Searching every motel, oh Until he spied his own wedded bride In the bar of the Railway Hotel, oh. 
Oh how could you leave your fine waterbed Your swimming pool and Jacuzzi, oh And your upwardly mobile husband dear And become another salesman's floozie, oh. 
What care I for my fine waterbed It's just sprung a leak on my side, oh For tonight I'll lie both warm and dry In arms of the travelling salesman, oh. 
The North Shore is an affluent area of Sydney. 
Child #200 AF oct00